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The Bards of Wales

Edward the king, the English king,
Bestrides his tawny steed,
'For I will see if Wales' said he,
'Accepts my rule indeed.'
 
'Are stream and mountain fair to see?
Are meadow grasses good?
Do corn-lands bear a crop more rare
Since wash'd with rebel's blood?'
 
'And are the wretched people there,
Whose insolence I broke,
As happy as the oxen are
Beneath the driver's yoke?'
 
'In truth this Wales, Sire, is a gem,
The fairest in thy crown:
The stream and field rich harvest yield,
And fair are dale and down.'
 
'And all the wretched people there
Are calm as man could crave